i see you in everyone i meet,
everyone i hold close.
i see the impact you left on them,
the shudder and flash of pain in their eyes at the slight mention of your name,
or even the suggestion of it.
some people never had a chance to grieve the loss of you,
my whole world was torn to pieces and left on the floor to rot,
so it took an army to piece me together,
a family.
but my family spent so much time helping me,
they couldn't think of how much they also loved you,
cared for you,
we're hurt and confused as to how you could change so quickly before our eyes.
i still say some of the things i stole from you that made me laugh,
some of your mannerisms are still embedded in me as if i were an extension of you,
the radio station you showed me is the only one i listen to,
i only approach people that remind me of you.
my friends now have to see those people,
their similarities to you,
and now it's my turn to put their pieces together,
to help them grieve,
to explain to them that you loved them,
you just didn't love me,
even though you're gone i'm still cleaning up after you.
you forgot that leaving me wouldnt only hurt me,
but everyone else that loved you too.
